when all is quiet , when all is still
the thoughts, they come, against my will
places in my mind , places that I fear
nobody knows, nobody knows
when i am done laughing where my mind goes
when all is quiet , my body still
when i am alone , who can i call, on the telephone
pain so faded , it sprouts anew a new wound on my heart
it threatens to tear my papaer mache world apart
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